and then, it was the 6th day

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For five days,
Kneeling to grit and acceleration.
Velocity wins.

Unwilling to let go of the fiery stick.
Clenched to overdoing it.
Burning.

And here it comes.

The morning of the sixth day.
Fully hollowed out,
a gust kicks up the smoldering ashes.

And there She is.

Whispering.
Be Still. You’re a work in progress.
One by one the fingers release their grip, the fiery stick falls.
The body sighs, and she gives permission.
Let it win.
Just for today,
Let Inertia win.

~ DK, and then it was the 6th day


Notes:

  • Image: Mennyfox55
  • Inspirations: Christie Foster: A work a progress.  Marion Couts, The Iceberg: A Memoir: Either inertia wins or velocity wins. The stakes are at their highest.
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20 thoughts on “and then, it was the 6th day”

    1. Love that “Prayerful, Haunted, silence” – Tate, magic words. Thank you. I hate to go back and read it again:

      James Tate explains: While most prose is a kind of continuous chatter, describing, naming, explaining, poetry speaks against an essential backdrop of silence… . There is a prayerful, haunted silence between words, between phrases, between images, ideas, and lines. This is one reason why good poems can be read over and over. The reader, perhaps without knowing it, instinctively desires to peer between the cracks into the other world where the unspoken rests in darkness.”

      Not all poetry has this “prayerful, haunted silence.” But the poems that interest me, that I am eager to reread, do indeed possess the qualities that Tate describes…When fear and chaos have us in their grip, and the TV shows only replays of the anguished people, the collapsing buildings, it is then we turn to Williams for his “difficult” news, or to Stafford for his “essential kind of breathing.” It is then we peer between the lines for what Yeats called “the condition of quiet that is the condition of vision.”

      ~ Christian McEwen, World Enough & Time (Bauhan Publishing. September 6, 2011)

      1. Try some of Hemingway’s short stories. Been recently getting into them – read The Gambler, The Nun, and the Radio, Kept going back to the individual paragraphs as if they were stories themselves. Sometimes they were found in between the lines as well… 🙂

        1. Thanks Jeff. I read Hemingway years ago, but was too young and too impatient and too fast to appreciate it. It’s time to go back. Thanks for the inspiration.

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